night blessed the day
leaving stars
upon the window
Morning Stars
Shaken
trees appear tiny
the world a snow globe shaken
then set gently down
A House For The Wind
racing in and out
the doors and windows
opened by absence
Exhalation
the feathered breath
of winter
sighs upon the window
The Old Oak’s Salutations
the old oak
in an elegant turn
of welcome and farewell
A Fancy Collar Upon The Eaves
in ice and flake
finery added
to the winter day
Ho Ho Ho The Snow
old apples
in their Santa hats
Christmas in the orchard
Making Magic
rarely seen
this generous neighbor
who gives in imagination and delight
by bestowing upon the garden
a Christmas fairy
All As It Should Be
berries in tranquility
content against
the sky’s faint blue
Clematis Collage With Netting And Snow
an abstraction of
the seasons so
intricately entwined
After Many Gray Days
some blue sky
a saving grace
and hope renews
The Durability Of Change
the habit of the river
to turn again and again
from stillness to movement
Slow Days
the garden wears a sweater of snow
inside you wear boiled wool
the two of you
practicing patience
Filagree Of Trees
the snow like time
tracing and embracing
every detail
Collection Of Light
cattail torches
arise on the marsh
solidarity of light
Revealed
winter’s egg of snow
disclosing
your secret nest
The Shooting Stars Obscured
but oh the midnight moon
an echo of the sun
throwing rings of gold
Seeking Light
the lantern’s light
imagined
is light enough
All On One Fine Day
cardinal in the tree top
a hawk gliding home
the eagle riding thermals
Persist
hold your dreams
as tenderly as
the leaf cradles snow
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Those Little Spots Of Red
a sprinkling
of cheerfulness
the berry adorned landscape
Early
before the namesake-d day
the cactus can’t resist
an early gift
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
Congregating Calm
quiet fell
the garden hushed
enters into camaraderie with solitude
Fragile Blue
winter day
a robin’s egg sky
nests in the trees
Winter Is A Queen Of White
everything touched
with her scepter of cold
commanded to dazzle and glisten
Warmth
the air now crisped with cold
some leaves still hold color
they warm my shivering heart
Magnolia Bees
abuzz in December sunshine
the blossom hive swarms
in the afternoon light
To Be Counted On
morning is a certainty
the colors of her sky
an eternal mystery